EYE STEEL
I still with hard strong legs
Tan smooth for which he begs
I still have breasts that flex
He forgets I love him next
To only God, my Saviour love
I still constantly pray to above
Try to stay alive for you
Not to think, but more to do
Want to do things to that man
Write poetry from mind to hand
Have dreams each night that seem so real
Do I just do? Not think about what I feel?
Not write down my tale of woe
Negative on sending so
Eye steel rode highway eleven
Opened eyes to God's heaven
Rolling hills waving grass
I still want your piece of class
Eye steel here celebrates you
Always say I love you too!
1/27/2001 1546 cj
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